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At five o'clock in the morning, Gao Linlin and the others were awakened by the noise outside.

She rubbed her sleepy eyes and pulled back a corner of the curtain to look outside.

On the field, Coach Pang was whistling and directing a group of children in their training.

Gao Linlin couldn't help but sigh:

"Wow... they're out practicing so early."

"They're actually a group of girls! Amazing..."

Yang Xue also woke up from her sleep at this moment.

Without her daughter by her side, she didn't sleep very well that night.

I glanced at my phone; it was only 5:03. My daughter must still be asleep.

Seeing Gao Linlin sticking her butt out and gripping the windowsill, Yang Xue said softly:

"Linlin, since you can't sleep, why don't you come for a walk with me?"

Gao Linlin actually wanted to take another nap, but since her older sister had spoken, she couldn't refuse.

The two quickly washed up, changed into comfortable sportswear, and went downstairs.

The mornings in the mountains are cool, but the training on the playground creates a lively atmosphere.

The two walked slowly towards them, attracting the attention of many children.

Yuanbao Primary School has no more than 5 boarding teachers and a total of 11 teachers on staff.

Currently, the only permanent and sole manager is Coach Pang Xinhuo.

For years, these have been the same faces. Suddenly, a new face appears, which is a very interesting thing for the children.

Seeing that the two female anchors were up early, Coach Pang grinned and said apologetically:

"I'm so sorry, Teacher Yang, our training was a bit noisy and may have disturbed your rest."

Yang Xue smiled and responded politely:

"No, I'm just having trouble sleeping in this unfamiliar environment."

"Just going downstairs for a stroll."

"I also wanted to find something to do so that we could better integrate into the group."

Coach Pang thought for a moment and said:

"If you'd like, you can wait half an hour and come with me to the cafeteria to help with cooking."

"If you know how."

Yang Xue and Gao Linlin both came from poor backgrounds, and cooking was a basic skill for them, so they readily agreed.

Watching Coach Pang's retreating figure, Gao Linlin couldn't help but sigh:

"Oh, what a gentle and considerate teacher."

"If only I had teachers like these, who were like parents to me, when I was a child..."

"Return to defense!"

Before Gao Linlin could finish praising him, a man's rough shouts rang out from the football field.

"Watch out for flank defense!"

"Hey Qin Xiaolu, did you not wake up this morning?! Run, run!"

On the field, Coach Pang's expression changed instantly, becoming rough and irritable.

Gao Linlin was stunned. She slowly turned her head to look at Yang Xue, then pointed to Coach Pang on the field and asked suspiciously:

"Sis, does this guy have schizophrenia...?"

"He was so gentle yesterday and just now, how come he's like a completely different person on the court?"

Seeing Pang Xinhuo's fierce commanding attitude in her line of sight, Yang Xue chuckled.

"This is probably what is meant by 'a kind heart cannot command an army'."

"In highly interactive sports like football, you can't win without a strong heart."

“If we coax these children every time they get hurt, then this group will be a bunch of pampered little princesses.”

Gao Linlin nodded in realization, then looked at Coach Pang and couldn't help but shudder.

...

The sun rises.

After having breakfast at Aunt Wu's house, Fu Qingyang took Zhizhi to the kindergarten.

Fu Qingyang had an important meeting to attend, so he acted rather hastily.

Because it's the fall singing competition today, almost all the children are dressed up in their finest clothes.

Many of the young girls had lipstick and foundation applied, making them look much more mature.

But in the eyes of parents, their own child will always be the most handsome/beautiful.

They took photos while complimenting each other, though it's unclear whether it was genuine.

Fu Qingyang had no experience taking care of his daughter, and he completely overlooked Yang Zhiyao's attire.

Yang Zhiyao's hair is still loose, and she is still wearing the same clothes she wore after school yesterday. The costume she wore for the performance is still in her original rented room.

Seeing the little girl's hasty appearance, Fu Qingyang felt somewhat guilty.

But since we're already here, going back to change our time might not be enough.

Zhizhi had no choice but to bite the bullet and enter her class.

When the homeroom teacher, Zhang Yan, gathered the children together, Yang Zhiyao, who was not dressed up, looked somewhat out of place compared to the children who were dressed up.

Several parents kept taking pictures of their children, especially a young blonde mother who was completely absorbed in her own world.

When the camera showed Yang Zhiyao still wearing her school uniform, she couldn't help but frown.

Then the mother patted Yang Zhiyao on the shoulder and said:

"Zhizhi, could you step forward for a moment? I'd like to take some panoramic close-up photos of your little sister Yunyun."

Yang Zhiyao glanced to the side and realized that her position was at the back, which wouldn't interfere with the women taking photos at all.

Only then did I realize that my outfit might have affected the other person's image.

Not wanting to spoil the atmosphere, Yang Zhiyao quietly stepped aside.

Immediately afterwards, the blonde mother stood in Yang Zhiyao's spot and started recording and filming her daughter in the crowd.

This scene caught Fu Qingyang's eye, and he couldn't help but narrow his eyes.

At the same time, he heard the whispers of other parents.

"Look at that girl, she's wearing a kindergarten uniform for her performance today."

"Sigh, maybe it's because my family is poor and can't afford nice clothes."

"I remember that the child's mother was a live streamer and an internet celebrity. She couldn't possibly be so poor that she couldn't afford a piece of clothing that cost a few hundred yuan, could she?"

Although the parents spoke very softly, Fu Qingyang, with his keen hearing, heard them clearly.

The word "poor" was particularly jarring to him.

President Fu, who was never one to back down, couldn't stand this, and he immediately dialed Long Wu's number.

"Hey, Fifth Brother."

"Bring me the best makeup artists, costume designers, and stylists from Kyoto Company."

"Hmm... I'll send you the location in a bit."

"In addition, set up a temporary dressing room."

"I want the girls' version."

...

"My darlings, you must do your best. Just like we rehearsed yesterday, we'll perform today."

"The uncles and aunties from the TV station will be here to film you today, and the best performer will be on TV!"

"Don't rush during the performance, and don't be nervous..."

On the podium, Zhang Yan was giving the children a pre-battle pep talk and constantly reminding them to pay attention to various matters.

When the final performance was mentioned, Teacher Zhang's gaze fell on Yang Zhiyao's head.

She couldn't help but frown.

"Zhizhi, why are you still wearing this outfit?"

Didn't your mother prepare anything for you?

Yang Zhiyao pouted after hearing this, feeling even more aggrieved after the previous treatment she had received.

She had planned to go back and change her clothes after dinner, and also buy some clothes to braid her hair.

But Uncle Fu acted too decisively, and he talked to his secretary about work the whole time, not giving her a chance to speak at all.

Zhang Yan asked again, feeling helpless:

"Didn't your mother come?"

Yang Zhiyao nodded and responded softly:

My mom is away on a business trip...

"I can't come today."

Zhang Yan had another headache after hearing this.

As the main force in today's competition, her image is of utmost importance.

Moreover, this appearance is unacceptable when city leaders come to inspect our work.

"Sigh, we have no choice but to try anything."

"If all else fails, ask someone to borrow or buy one."

Thinking of this, Zhang Yan reluctantly arranged for Yang Zhiyao to be separated from her.

She knelt down and patiently gave him instructions:

"Zhizhi, don't join the team yet. We'll think of a way to help you after the teacher has finished arranging things for the other children."

After listening, Yang Zhiyao slowly nodded.

Zhang Yan meant well, just in case she forgot later.

However, if Yang Zhiyao is singled out, her situation becomes particularly abrupt.

Yang Zhiyao vaguely sensed the children's mockery, which made her feel particularly annoyed, as she also cared about her reputation.

If my mom were here, she would never have experienced such an embarrassing situation.

"Hmph! Uncle Fu is a complete jerk!"

"You've really ruined my life!"

Yang Zhiyao squatted in the corner muttering to herself, completely unaware that the man was already standing behind her.

Seeing the little girl scolding him, Fu Qingyang's lips curled up slightly, and he asked softly:

"Why am I called a big pig's trotter?"